Bleddyn nearly laughed out loud. "Tell that to Sherri," she clipped, not caring that he wouldn't get it at all. Even she can't deny that there's no way a senior...no wait, graduate?...is gonna be crushing on the most unattractive sophmore in existence.Wolfram looked at her, his gaze blank."Um...18?"He replied, as if it where a 'Duh question. Then, it looked like the fact had just slammed him in the face. Oh frick. Oh FRICK. Yeah you screwed up bad buddy. She's got to be what, 15? Yeah, you're dead. Good bye. RIP. Feliz Navidad. Peace out. Good luck.
"So, since he's Mr. 'dult-" She turned back to Vanessa, still grinning maliciously. "-he can sign off for me, right?"
